02/06/2008
Highlights of the last few weeks are shown, as this voice over plays.
VOICE OVER: Winter by definition is the coldest season of the year. Bitter cold in some parts. Tonight isn’t that cold by temperature but the locker room
is freezing. The wrestlers look at each other, wanting what the champions have. The tension is building as no one wants to lose tonight. Officially winter
has been going strong for a month and a half, but really hasn’t shown it’s teeth.. But REBEL is colder than ever. Cold blooded wrestlers, willing to do
anything and everything to be the best. Tonight in seven matches, nearly twenty wrestlers will compete to prove to everyone they have what it takes, No
matter how cold hearted they must be to get the job done.
The closed circuit broadcast, being shown live through out the Adult Oriented Night Clubs, and live at the REBEL Arena, which sold three hundred tickets
to watch it on a huge screen. Those places are jacked but the fans of Asheville are off the chain! Rob Martinez and Rex Caliber stand in the ring.
ROB MARTINEZ: Welcome REBEL fans! All over the Raleigh area and live in Asheville, it’s time once again for the Warriors of REBEL to do battle again.
REX CALIBER: The sold out crowd came to see some fights and boy do we got some. How about THE BEAST coming to kick Murcielago’s ass?
ROB MARTINEZ: We have two championships to decide tonight, as JJ Nickels takes on Mason Bishop. And the biggest underdogs in REBEL history take on NAPW
tag champs S.A.D.
REX CALIBER: Well, big underdogs is very true, but the Giants were as well, and they shocked the world. Maybe Malone and Warren can do it too.
ROB MARTINEZ: We also have Prince Darko back, taking on the returning Assman. Other matches on the show as well, but the main event will have the opportunity
to be an early match of the year candidate.
REX CALIBER: Indeed it might as the World Champ Kyle Roberts takes on Stone Zellor and Chad Kurtis in a triple threat match. With all this action you just
know the blood will be running cold as REBEL gets hit with a
ROB MARTINEZ: WIIINNNNTTEEER BLAST!
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JENNY JERSEY: Is everyone ready for the first match of the night?
Crowd goes crazy as a REBEL chant breaks out. These people are ready to go.
“I want everybody in this room to know… you still can’t WHOOP ME!”
And the boos rain in like Michael Vick just walked in to an Animal Shelter. Prince Darko, accompanied by the incomparable Ian Smith, walks to the ring unfazed
by the hate. He sees a sign that says “Assman Shall Whoop Thee.” Darko quickly snatches the sign, tears it in half, and proceeds to let the fan know what
he thinks. Darko tells him: “Assman couldn’t whoop my ass if he had the whole British Army helping him.” Darko continues on to the ring, and gets on the
mic, stealing it away from Jenny Jersey.
PRINCE DARKO: You one fine piece of ass, but you don’t get the pleasure of speaking my name… until the END of the match! Now everyone watching live in
Raleigh knows who the fuck I am. Everyone watching in the Garrett owned bars knows who the fuck I am. And everyone in Asheville will beat witness to just
who the fuck I am! I’m the former Ass-Whooper of the Year, presented to me by Whooping Ass Magazine. I’m a two time All Zamunda Ass Whooper at Zamunda
High. I’m Paula Abdul’s favorite wrestler. I’m the Shit Talking-Head Bashing-Match Winning-Assman Beating-Bubble Gum Chewing- Ring Shaking-Lady Spanking-Boot
Knocking-Show Stealing-Ticket Selling- YOU CAN’T WHOOP ME YELLING- Fighting Machine… PRINCE DOUBLE U DARKO!
Jenny snatches the mic back, and Darko gets in her face and lets her know that even she “CAN’T WHOOP ME.” Public Enemy begins to play as Darko, Ian and
the whole crowd is confused. But as we hear “Fight The Power”, we see Mike Trey, the heralded Assman, walk through the curtains. He is wearing a black
bandana, a Malcolm X T-Shirt, and some MC Hammer style parachute pants. He looks at the crowd, puts his closed fist in the air and power walks to the ring.
The crowd cheers wildly for the returning Assman.
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent. He weighed in at two hundred thirty pounds. He is fighting out of Manchester, Britain. He is a former REBEL World Tag Champ.
He is THE ASSMAN… MIKE TREY!
The bell sounds at the command of Jimmy Johnson, as fans cheer, clearly in favor of the Assman. They stand eye to eye, and Assman looks super defiant as
he yells: “BLACK POWER”. Darko wastes little time smacking the snot out of Mike Trey and leaving him rather distraught. Assman quickly recovers and drop
kicks a charging Darko. Darko goes backwards and lands on the mat. He rolls to the outside, catches his breathe and tells Ian to: “Get something to hurt
this kid with.” A steel chair is his weapon of choice. Darko slides back in the ring, chair with him and Mike Trey steps on the chair. Darko looks up,
still on his knees and shakes his head like he done been caught. Darko moves away from the chair, and stands up. Mike Trey kicks the chair back outside.
A clang can be heard as the chair falls. Darko yells at Mike Trey that he can “whoop anybody with these”, then stares at his own hands. They lock up on
that note and Darko gets a knee to the midsection. Darko nails Assman in the head with a huge fist. And then another. And once again another.
REX CALIBER: Darko can whoop that man in several thousand ways. The problem for Darko is that sometimes, he just don’t know which method to use.
ROB MARTINEZ: He loves the brawling slash no disqualification part of REBEL, the reason he still keeps coming back. But Assman is one hundred percent healthy,
which might not be the case for Darko, who is wrestling his fifth straight week.
Assman looks dazed as Darko has him in the corner. Darko asks for the chair to be put in the ring, and Ian Smith does as told. Darko sees the chair behind
him and snatches Assman up for LAID OUT NUMBER TWO! Darko is probably smiling under his mask, as his body expression just exudes confidence. Darko covers
Assman, nonchalantly, and holds up his fingers count:
ONE!
TWO!
TWO AND TWO THIRDS!
Wait, Darko doesn’t have a finger that is only two thirds, and demands a recount. Jimmy Johnson doesn’t comply, and boom, we have Darko in the face of the
referee. Ian Smith tells him to not worry about it, and keep fighting. Assman takes the opportunity to look super pissed and NUT SHOT FROM BEHIND ON DARKO!
Assman must not like tasting steel chair in the face courtesy of the complete shot move. Assman mounts Darko, and heavy hands start landing on Darko’s
partially covered face. Assman gets up and does a little Wiggle for the fans, which looks hilarious since he is wearing Parachute pants. Darko is trying
to get up and Assman is waiting for him. RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP BY ASSMAN. Darko is down. The cover:
ONE!
NOT EVEN A TWO COUNT.
ROB MARTINEZ: Darko is showing that a quick victory will not be happening to night.
REX CALIBER: You can’t beat a world class Ass Whooper like Darko that quickly… ain’t gonna happen.
Assman smacks Darko in the face, with Darko answering back. The match is back and forth as Darko nails a RUNNING DDT on Assman. He makes a cover:
ONE
TWO
Foot on the rope that saves Assman’s, er.. well Ass! Darko looks like he is in Ass Whoop mode. Assman hasn’t a clue either. Assman picked up by the head.
Darko yells to the crowd that “NO ONE GETS UP FROM THE ZAMUNDA DRIVER! He kicks Assman in the bread basket, hooks him and.. Assman wiggles free. Darko
gets turned completely around and KICK TO THE STOMACH… ZAMUNDA DRIVER ON PRINCE DARK?! The cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREEEEEE!
JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match… ASSMAN! MIKE TREY!
ROB MARTINEZ: Well Prince W. Darko was right, NO ONE KICKS OUT OF IT!
REX CALIBER: Shut up, Rob! This is horrible!
Assman leaves quickly, as Darko lays on the mat, with Ian Smith trying to revive him. The fans are cheering and chanting: CAN’T WHOOOP ASSSSMAN! CAN’T WHOOOP
ASSSMAN!
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“My Old Kentucky Home” comes through the speakers and comes both BGM Two point O Teammates, plus their manager Mandy. Both men get booed, though Jonothan
Kurtis does look to be getting some of the girls to scream for him. He stops to talk to some of the girls, as Mat just stomps to the ring, not really caring
about the fans.
JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, at a combined weight of five hundred sixteen pounds, they are the team of Jonothan Kurtis and Matthew Kurtis… THE BLUEGRASS
MAFIA!
“Baila Cassanova” by Paulina Rubio begins to play and out comes El Rey de Corizones, and his lovely manager Montaña Rose. Also with him is the six foot
six native of Turkey Cross, Kentucky, Cuzin Zeke. The ladies go CRAZZZZY for El Rey and the fans in general cheer both men. El Rey is giving out roses
to the ladies out ringside, really making the women go into a frenzy. Cuzin Zeke just brought his slop bucket, filled to the brim. I doubt any of the ladies
will want any of that though.
JENNY JERSEY: And their opponents, as a combined weight of five hundred eight pounds… the team of EL REY DE CORIZONES AND CUZIN ZEKE!
Alan Stone is the referee and calls for the bell.
REX CALIBER: That is one hot chick. I’d love to go south of the border with her… if you know what I mean.
ROB MARTINEZ: I betcha she hears the line a thousand times a week.
REX CALIBER: Yes, but how many former REBEL champions say that?
The viagra in the water lyrics match is underway. Cuzin Zeke and Matthew Kurtis start out the match. Mandy and Montaña Rose both cheering for their charges. Matthew Kurtis goes over
and snatches up the slop bucket. He looks at Cuzin Zeke and threatens him with it. Kurtis pretends to throw it, and Zeke moves. Kurtis throws it the seconds
time, catching just a bit of Zeke. Zeke laughs at him, and Kurtis charges at
Zeke… BUT SLIPS IN THE SLOP! Kurtis lands oddly on his knee and seems to
be in severe pain. El Rey yells at Zeke… but Zeke no speak any Spanish! Zeke tags out, and El Rey quickly goes to work on the leg. Jonothan is in the
ring, and Zeke is too. Jonothan attempts a drop kick toward Zeke, but Zeke blocks it. He picks up Jonny boy and slams him down hard.
ROB MARTINEZ: I gotta believe that Matthew’s knee is at the very least hyper extended… maybe with some other damage as well.
REX CALIBER: El Rey is doing the smart thing too, and has him in a leg lock, taking full advantage.
Zeke backs Jonothan into the corner, as El Rey switches from the simple leg lock to the Standing one with an Arm trapped as well. Matthew Kurtis is in a
ton of pain, and it really is his own damn fault. Jonothan can’t get out of the corner, as Zeke is stomping a mud hole in him… PUN INTENDED! Now Zeke
is walking it dry. Kurtis goes to the outside, Zeke returning to his corner.
REX CALIBER: What’s up with the sportsmanship? Why aren’t they double teaming the big guy?
ROB MARTINEZ: They don’t need too. They wrestle a fair game, and it really is refreshing.
Now the Kurtis boys.. they don’t wrestle a fair game. Jonothan Kurtis up top.. DROP KICKS EL REY DOWN! Matthew Kurtis is pulled to the corner, in severe
pain. Mandy is telling him to leave ringside and go to the back, but he won’t go. He has a match to wrestle! Jonothan Kurtis is in the ring with El Rey
now, getting schooled on the finer arts of Lucha Libre. HEART KICK BY EL REY! Kurtis goes down in a heap, and El Rey grabs him, then tags in Zeke.
REX CALIBER: They don’t need to tag, what is this.. proper wrestling night!
ROB MARTINEZ: Why can’t Zeke and El Rey respect the tag team tradition?
Zeke gets Jonothan up.. PILE DRIVER! Zeke quickly covers him.
ONE!
TWO!
SHOULDER UP!
Zeke drags Kurtis to his corner and El Rey in the ring. El Rey grabs the wrist of Jonothan Kurtis… then proceeds to climbing the turnbuckle. He walks
the top rope and goes OLD SCHOOL ON JONOTHAN KURTIS.. landing a super elbow drop to the extended arm. El Rey with a Fujiwara armbar. Mandy gets up on the
ringside apron and gets the attention of one El Rey de Corizones. He gets up quickly, and tells her.. presumably to get off the ring. Well, she doesn’t
but this tirade does gain the attention of someone else: Montaña Rose! Rose grabs her legs dropping her off the ring apron, and busting her ass on the
floor. Rose mounts her.. which is pretty hot, and he have a…
ROB MARTINEZ: CAAATTT FIGGGHTT!
REX CALIBER: Damn man, this match just went from decent to match of the year!
El Rey goes and gets Rose off of Mandy. Zeke enters the ring, and leg drops the back of Jonothan’s head. Matthew is trying to get to his feet, using the
ropes. He tries putting weight on the leg and then sits back down in the corner. Zeke and El Rey tag, then El Rey gets Kurtis up. El Rey is hits a quick
knee to the stomach of Jonothan, and TANGO PASADO DEL AMOR! Zeke goes up top, for an exclamation point… MUDPUDDLE! El Rey puts weight on the back of
Zeke as the ref counts:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
JENNY JERSEY: The winners of the match: EL REY DE CORIZONE AND CUZIN ZEKE!
The Kurtis boys are both hurt and Mandy is too. Montaña Rose leads her men back to the back as the crowd goes wild!
ROB MARTINEZ: I was super impressed with the team of Cuzin Zeke and El Rey… they have the look of future tag team champions!
REX CALIBER: I wouldn’t go that far, but it was a great win for them!
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JENNY JERSEY: The following contest viagra 2014 is one fall and is for the REBEL CAROLINA’S CHAMPIONSHIP!
”Theme to a Fake Revolution” by Powerman 5000 starts booming through the speakers and J.J. Nickels comes out from behind the curtain, Rebel championship
belt drape across his right shoulders. He gets showered with boos, and he is loving it, jawing with the crowd as he makes his way to the ring.
JENNY JERSEY: On his way to the ring, standing six feet eleven inches tall and weighing in at three hundred and forty-five pounds, and fighting out of Atlanta,
Georgia. He is the current reigning and defending REBEL CAROLINA’S CHAMPION, J.J. NICKELS!
Nickels climbs into the ring and hold up the Carolina belt as he continues jawing with the fans, before finally handing it over to referee, Alan Stone.
”Heathen Mothers” by Nata/Lee/Nasal replaces Nickel’s theme, but there is no sign of the challenger…
JENNY JERSEY: His opponent also wrestling out of Atlanta, Georgia… standing six foot even and weighing in at two hundred eleven pounds he is the challenger,
CHIVALRIC MASON BISHOP!
After a few seconds and his music stopping, we see what looks like Bishop being thrown through the curtain. He rolls a bit, then gets up. He is limping
badly, and turns toward the curtain. Someone has apparently attacked Bishop at the curtain entrance. J.J. Nickels goes to the outside and rushes Bishop,
nailing him from behind. J.J. follows it up, Irish Whipping Bishop into the side of the ring. J.J. tosses Bishop into the ring.
Stone calls for the bell, and Nickels is on the attack slinging the smaller Bishop off the ropes and catching him with a scoop slam. Nickels stays on the
offensive as he picks up Bishop for the CIVIL DISOBEDIENCE!. Nickels doesn’t seem to have any interest in going for an early pin as he continues his assault
on Bishop. Mercedes makes her way to ringside, looking very concerned.
ROB MARTINEZ: The champion seems to be on his game tonight to the disapproval of the fans and Mercedes Bellamont.
REX CALIBER: Yeah, Mercedes seems about ready to cry. Hasn’t anyone ever told her that there is no crying in wrestling?
Nickels stays on the attack, man handling the smaller opponent. J.J. slings Bishop off the ropes but is surprised as Bishop connects with a baseball slide
causing the big man to stumble, but not fall down. Bishop attempts to take advantage of this window of opportunity and attacks Nickels with a combo of
karate strikes, but Nickels seemingly just shrugs the attack off. J.J. picks Bishop up in the air and delivering a HUGE power slam.
ROB MARTINEZ: You have to wonder how much more Bishop can take, especially after being jumped backstage.
REX CALIBER: I am sure that slowed him down some, but did he really think he could stop Nickels? I mean David only defeated Goliath with help from up above.
ROB MARTINEZ: I just think the match would be a lot more competitive if Bishop wasn’t hurt.
REX CALIBER: Nobody cares what you think, so let’s get back to the action.
Bishop seems to have just a little left as he knocks the champ down with a truth kick. Bishop attempts to stay on the offensive with KO-911. Bishop goes
for the quick cover.
One
Two
No, Nickels just toss him off like a bag of potatoes. Both men to their feet. Nickels back on the attack with a clotheslines that bounces Bishop’s head
off the mat. Nickels climbs the ropes, apparently going for his W.B.M.
ROB MARTINEZ: If he lands this it could be all she wrote for Bishop. Few men Nickels size could pull off a move like this.
REX CALIBER: I think J.J. has got him right where he wants him. He is having to much fun to end it now, I project we will see Double Nickels or Final Solution.
Nickels picks his opponent back him and places him into the Final Solution. Stone checks to see if Bishop wants to submit, but the answer is no. Nickels
just gets an evil grin on his face as he sets Bishop up for Double Nickels on a Dime. Nickels goes for the cover…
One
Two
Three!
JENNY JERSEY: And here is your winner, and STILL REBEL CAROLINA’S CHAMPION: J.J. NICKELS!
Nickels is once again showered with boos as he snatches his belt away from Alan Stone, and continues to jaw with the crowd.
ROB MARTINEZ: Bishop didn’t seem to have a chance in this match, especially after getting jumped backstage. The question is who and why?
REX CALIBER: Those are answers we may never know, but one thing for sure Nickels once again put on one hell of a display of his abilities.
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***CLOSED CIRCUIT AND DVD EXCLUSIVE***
Backstage at Winter Blast we catch up with “Black Mamba” Michael Davidson and “Kid Dynamite” Brent Taylor. That’s Impact Inc to you. Neither man looks happy.
In fact they both look downright pissed off.
DAVIDSON: So here we are, backstage at a show we damn sure we should be part of. But it’s cool, cause one way or another we’ll make sure that we’ll never
be left off a show again. We didn’t come to REBEL to stand in the back and watch others take what we want. Hey Brent, tell these Mutha Fuckers what we
want.
TAYLOR: Simple. We want the tag team titles. Warren and Malone?
DAVIDSON: Two weak ass little bitches who were basically handed the belts.
TAYLOR: SAD…..
DAVIDSON: The so called toughest team in either NAPW or REBEL.
TAYLOR: We don’t care who wins the titles tonight, just know that we’ll be nipping at your heels for a shot.
DAVIDSON: Fuck that! We gonna Fuck some people up until they GIVE us our shot! Hell, we might even go out there and stick our noses where they don’t belong.
We ain’t gonna sit and wait for someone to find the time to give us a title shot. We’re gonna give them a reason. If we gotta run in during a match and
Fuck up someone’s night we’ll do it. If we gotta jump some bitches in the parking lot we’ll do it.
TAYLOR: Basically, give us what we want and no one has to get hurt.
Davidson smiles and peers into the camera.
DAVIDSON: Fuck that. I hope they do try to make a issue out of this. BMG, SAD, Warren and Malone….Ya’all gonna get Fucked up.
The duo glare into the camera and we cut to black.
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JENNY JERSEY: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER’S CUP!
Demon Hunter’s “Screams of the Undead” pumps out over the speaker system as a cheer goes up from the crowd. Thomas Young appears at the top of the aisle
with his brother, Jeff James following close behind.
JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first, from Hollywood, Florida. He weighs in at two-hundred-forty-five pounds and is accompanied by Jeff James. THOMAS YOUNG!
ROB MARTINEZ: Young certainly seems to be getting a decent crowd reaction here tonight.
JENNY JERSEY: And his opponent.
The music cuts out and is replaced by “This Is The New Shit” as Adam Davis emerges from the back to a deafening boo.
JENNY JERSEY: From Detroit, Michigan. He weighs in at two-hundred-and-forty pounds. ADAM DAVIS!
ROB MARTINEZ: ‘The Iceman’ sporting a bandage around that right hand of his.
The bell sounds as ‘The Iceman’ climbs through the ropes, only to be sprung upon by a flailing Thomas Young. Clubbing blows, landing across the back of
Davis, matched only by a series of knees to the ribcage. He’s barely in the ring, but Young is trying to work him over. An Irish whip sends Davis across
the ring, bouncing off the ropes before he avoids the lariat by Thomas Young, opting to slide through his legs before hitting the double-leg takedown.
Both men get back to their feet as a cocky Adam Davis smirks at his opponent.
ROB MARTINEZ: Adam Davis is certainly brimming with confidence here today.
REX CALIBER: He shouldn’t count out Thomas Young. After all the effort I put in to help that kid, he better be damn good by now.
Davis challenges for the collar and elbow tie-up, which is hastily accepted. Young immediately slips round the back of his opponent, trying to take him
down with belly-to-back suplex, but that move is blocked. Davis manages to pry Young’s hands apart as he slips round the back himself and hit the belly-to-back
suplex! Into the headlock and Thomas Young looks frustrated. Well, he would if he could see his face – but Davis releases the hold suddenly! It appears
that Young applied some pressure to that injured right hand of ‘The Iceman’ and now he’s using that to lift Davis back to his feet, whilst still being
in that modified wrist lock. He rotates the arm once, applying more pressure – but Davis tries to roll through! SUCCESS! He’s got Young in a wrist lock
of his own – but Young rolls through as well! He’s got ‘The Iceman’ in a wrist lock and he drills Adam Davis with a huge lariat!
Davis gets back to his feet, only to be caught by a boot to the midsection followed by the STO backbreaker! And forward into a grounded arm bar, and it
appears that Thomas Young is trying his hand at the technical approach. But Davis quickly reaches the ropes as Alan Stone calls for the break! Young backs
away as ‘The Iceman’ uses the ropes to get back to his feet. The crowd are cheering as Davis scowls. Jeff James on the outside is cheering his brother
on, and Thomas Young loves this. Another collar and elbow tie-up ensues, and Young gains the upper hand with a knee to the midsection – and he goes for
the EXPLODER DDT – DENIED! Davis with a hard back elbow to block the move as he counters with a Northern Lights suplex! Young gets back up – FISHERMAN
SUPLEX! Again, Young gets back up, but Davis is on fire as he nails a sambo suplex and this time goes for the cover. Alan Stone drops to count the fall!
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOO!
ROB MARTINEZ: He never even hooked the leg, and Thomas Young isn’t going to give up that easily!
Davis lifts his opponent back to his feet as Young is backed against the ropes. A series of knife edge chops to the chest bring up some serious red marks
on the chest of Thomas Young, but each one causes a grimace from ‘The Iceman’ as that right hand hits his target. Davis goes for the Irish whip, but it’s
countered – and it’s Adam Davis who is sent against the far ropes. Young goes for the back body drop – but he’s lowered his head too early! DDT attempt
by Davis is countered by a double leg takedown by Thomas Young before he goes for a leg submission hold – only to be kicked away by ‘The Iceman’! Davis
climbs back to his feet as he charges at Young – CACTUS CLOTHESLINE! And both men tumble over the top rope, all the way to the outside!
‘The Iceman’ is up first, and he’s making a beeline for Thomas Young – NO! Young pulls his opponent down by the shorts and Iceman hits his head on the guard
rail!
REX CALIBER: Thomas seems to be regressing back to the backyard.
ROB MARTINEZ: He’s tried facing Davis at his own game, but most men are hard pushed to out perform ‘The Iceman’ at technical wrestling.
‘The Iceman’ is dazed to say the least, not helped by the fact that Thomas Young has just slammed his head against the cold steel again! Oh, and now Young
has a hold of that injured hand of Adam Davis. Everything’s legal here in REBEL Pro as Davis’s wrist is bent around the rail, his hand across the top -
AS YOUNG DROPS THE ELBOW! The crowd nearby groan, but Young drops another elbow – and Adam Davis is in some pain here!
ROB MARTINEZ: Adam Davis really should have expected his opponent to go after that injured hand of his. However he got it, it’s worse now!
But Thomas Young lifts his opponent up – and hurls him into the steel steps! The crowd cheer as Davis is slammed against steel, but the tone quickly changes
as Young is caught by a drop-toe-hold, sending him face-first into the steel. Busting him wide open! Hard left hand by Adam Davis, followed by another,
and he’s working that cut!
Young is rolled back into the ring, soon followed by his opponent as Davis goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWNOOOO!
Young powers out, and he manages to regain a vertical base – but Davis is waiting for him with a SIDE RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP! But he drags Thomas Young back to
his feet with a huge smile on his face. It’s time to get flashy! Rotating vertical suplex by Adam Davis! But he drags Thomas back up – butterfly suplex
by Davis! And again, he lifts Young back to his feet. Thomas Young is lifted high up in the air before being held there for several second — NO! HE DROPS
DOWN THE BACK! Thomas Young lands on his feet before charging against the ropes – BIG BOOT! Davis is taken down to a big cheer from the fans as Young hooks
the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOO!
This time it’s Davis who kicks out at the last second as a bleeding Thomas Young lifts him back up. A scoop slam takes ‘The Iceman’ down, and Young points
towards the corner! And the crowd go nuts!
REX CALIBER: Why the hell is Thomas Young pointing towards the corner?
ROB MARTINEZ: I think the big man is going to fly!
He’s going all out, that’s for sure. Thomas young climbs out onto the apron before making his way up towards the top rope. Onto the middle rope, then the
top rope – but Davis is back on his feet. A hard left hand to the face catches Young unaware as Davis strikes again. He climbs up to the middle rope himself
and hooks Young for the SUPERPLEX – NO!
ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young managing to fight his way out of that predicament with some well placed shots to the ribcage!
And he pushes Adam Davis from the turnbuckle, as ‘The Iceman’ hits the canvas with a thud! Now, Thomas Young settles himself on the top rope — SENTON DROP!
All two-hundred-and-forty-plus pounds of him driven down across the chest of ‘The Iceman’ Adam Davis!
ROB MARTINEZ: High risk pays off! That’s go– what the hell?
The sounds of someone yelling “CAN’T WHOOP ME!” can be heard.
REX CALIBER: Prince W. Darko is in the house!
Indeed he is, as the Zamunda prince is making his way through medicamento cialis the crowd. Neither Thomas Young nor Jeff James can believe their eyes as Prince W. Darko holds
up a sign stating “YOUNG CAN’T WHOOP ME!”. He pushes his way through the crowd, shouting his trademark slogan all the way (when not telling the ignorant
fans to get the fuck out of his way). Young is looking down over the ropes at his former tag partner as the two men, Young and Darko begin to trade some
toasty verbal blows.
COLD SHOULDER!
Davis took advantage of the situation to hit his patented 3/4 neckbreaker, and Young is down. Hook of the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
THREENOOOOOOOO!
Shoulder up! Shoulder up!
ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young kicked out of the Cold Shoulder!
Adam Davis can’t believe it. Prince Darko can’t believe it. The fans can’t believe it, but at least they’re whooping and hollering in support of Thomas
Young!
Until…
GRAVE PAIN! ‘The Iceman’ has the single leg elevated crab locked in, square in the center of the ring! Alan Stone is checking with Young for the submission,
but the big man ain’t about to give up, ladies and gentlemen. He’s going to try and fight through the pain as he inches towards the ropes! The pain is
evident on both Young’s face, as well as the pain Davis is putting himself through with the pressure he’s applying to his injured right hand – but who’ll
last longer? The fans are chanting — “PLEASE DON’T TAP! CLAPCLAP-CLAPCLAPCLAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP! CLAPCLAP-CLAPCLAPCLAP!”
ROB MARTINEZ: Thomas Young is fading! He’s fading, Rex!
In fact, he’s passed out as Alan Stone calls for the bell!
JENNY JERSEY: The winner of the match and STILL NUMBER ONE CONTENDER’S CUP HOLDER, ADAM DAVIS!
Jeff James checks on his brother as Adam Davis takes a mic from ringside.
ADAM DAVIS: You just saw another example of why… MY CUP IS THE ONLY THING IN REBEL WORTH HAVING! Now, I once again extend an invitation to Chad or Stone,
whoever doesn’t win tonight, or both if they lose to Kyle… come compete for MY CUP! Make yourself better competing against the BEST!
Adam drops the mic, as the fans boo big time. And why didn’t Darko stick around?
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JENNY JERSEY: This match is the Beastly Twenty Minute Survival match. The rules are simple, Murcielago must last twenty minutes or secure a pinfall, or
even submit Bruce Richards within those twenty minutes to win. However, if Murcielago is pinned or submits during the twenty minutes, he loses. Now, lets
get this started. Coming first to the ring, all the way from St. Albert, Alberta, Canada. Weighing in at two-hundred and seventy pounds and standing six-feet,
three inches tall… he is the man called THE BEAST!
“No one’s gonna take me alive! The time has come to make things right!”
The fans are own their feet as “Knights of Cydonia” by Muse blasts through the sound system.
Bruce comes through the curtains and the crowd is able to drown the Muse with cheers and respect. He looks side to side and soaks in the love.
JENNY JERSEY: And next from Manhattan, New York City. Weighing Two Hundred Ninety pounds and stands an impressive Six feet, Seven inches. MURCIELAGO!
“Da Graveyard” starts to play, everyone boos as Murcielago hits the ramp with Enzo. He walks down to ringside, very pissed off, and ready to fight. He enters
the ring, wasting no time, going face to face with The Beast!
The match starts off with a big right hand from Murc. A right hand strong enough to prove, “I’m not fucking afraid of you.” Bruce has never been known to
back down from a challenge, eats that right hand and fires back with a right of his own that says “I don’t give a fuck.” Murc delivers a kick to Bruce’s
knee then sends him into the ropes, Bruce explodes on the bull with a lariat. Bruce brings Murc to his feet and before he can do anything, Murc has gotten
him into a DDT. Murc hurls Bruce into the mat, hard enough to make the mat dent. Bruce favors his skull for a little bit – just a little bit. Murc doesn’t
give him anytime to worry about his head, because he starts to stomp on Bruce’s ribs, then his right knee. Murc then backs up from Bruce, he points at
Rex, “THIS IS JUST A SAMPLE OF SHIT TO COME.” He goes to pick up Bruce, but Bruce breaks free and delivers a Clothesline that takes the Manhattan native
down with no hesitation. Bruce looks down at Murc and shakes his head, the crowd pops.
REX CALIBER: He shoulda been payin’ more attention.
Bruce brings Murc to his feet and sends him into the ropes; Murc returns home to a Cobra Clutch, which gets turned into a Cobra Clutch bomb.
ROB MARTINEZ: Bruce goes in for the first pin of the night.
REX CALIBER: No shit.
ONE.
KICK OUT.
ROB MARTINEZ: Gees, not even a two a count.
REX CALIBER: What’s with all of these obvious comments?
ROB MARTINEZ: How about we just watch the match, okay?
Bruce stands at the corner and stalks his opponent down, he rushes – Murc sidesteps – Russian Leg sweep hard into the mat. Murc walks over to the downed
Bruce and stomps his head into the mat. The crowd expresses their hate for Murc; he smiles at the jeers. He picks up Bruce by the hair and sends him into
the corner. Murc stands on the middle ropes and begins to drive his fist into Bruce’s forehead. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! NOPE!
Bruce catches the last punch with his right hand and sends a left into Murc’s gut, sending him off the second ropes and on to the mat. Bruce doesn’t waste
any time and goes in for the Chart Attack. He gets Murc onto his shoulders. Murc doesn’t want to see the rest of this, he begins to elbow his way out of
Bruce’s tenacious grip. Bruce doesn’t want to let go; Murc holds onto the ropes, shaking his head. He will not be slammed. Bruce sees this as an opportunity
– he tosses Murc into the air and watches him fall chest first onto the ropes. Murc recoils off the ropes and onto Bruce, who German Suplexes him across
the damn ring. Bruce is reminded how great of a feat this was when he rubs his back. He approaches Murc, who is now getting up. Murc catches Bruce with
a Def Con 1, but Bruce is able to shove Murc off of him, making the attempt null and void. Murc is now where he was a few seconds ago – laying on his ass
staring at the ceiling of the arena. Bruce goes to cover and receives an index finger to the pupil. Bruce quickly jumps back, rubbing his eye. Murc laughs
at Bruce, he laughs hard. Bruce doesn’t seem to have a sense of humor, just a big boot for Murc’s head. Murc rolls out of the ring and onto the concrete.
Bruce walks to the end of the ring. while Murc is making an effort to stand. Murc is finally on his feet, but not for long…Suicide Plancha onto the outside.
The crowd goes wild – these people like Bruce a lot. Bruce rolls Murc into the ring goes what prevents cialis from working in for the pin.
ON-ROPEBREAK
ROB MARTINEZ: You have to admit, Murc knows his way around the ring.
REX CALIBER: That doesn’t concern me.
Bruce takes hold of Murc and sends him into a corner. He gives Murc no time to breathe, he comes flying at him, scheming for a splash. Luckily for Murc,
he’s able to dodge a bullet. He catches Bruce stumbling backwards with an Inverse DDT. Murc picks up Bruce and sends him shoulder first into ring post.
ROB MARTINEZ: Great strategy, this way Bruce won’t be able to set him up for the Chart Attack.
Murc rolls out of the ring and grabs hold of Bruce’s right arm and crushes it into the cold, metal post. He repeats this process twice. He places his hand
on the steel steps, and goes for a stomp. Bruce is able to evade this boot within the nick of time. Bruce crawls away from his spot, Murc takes a shot
at his ribs. Bruce rolls to the center of the ring. Murc grabs hold of Bruce’s throat and begins to squeeze for dear life. The crowd begins to pour boos
onto Murc, which seems to make Murc’s grip tighter. Bruce isn’t giving up, he hurls a right to Murc’s nose, popping it. Murc has now freed his grip and
starts to wipe the blood away from his nose with that same hand. Bruce is now on his feet, he clubs Murc with a right. Murc returns with a left. Bruce
with a fast one to the lip. Murc blasts Bruce with a heavy right to the temple, then an eye gouge with his thumb. He drives Bruce all the way to the corner
then begins to thrust his shoulder into Bruce’s gut. He does this three times, then elbows him in the right cheek. Bruce shoves Murc away and spears him
into the mat and starts to punch away. Bruce frees his hold on Murc and drags him closer to the center of the ring by his foot. Murc battles his way out,
kicking himself free. He stands up and drives his foot right into Bruce’s kids. Murc doesn’t give a damn about what the fans have to say about his actions.
As Bruce stumbles to one knee, Murc moves towards the corner and removes the turnbuckle padding, exposing the metal ring. Bruce is standing now, he rushes
at Murc, Murc sidesteps like earlier before. Bruce stops dead in his tracks.
REX CALIBER: He just realized he was seconds away from some cheap facial reconstruction.
Murc yanks Bruce’s head and tries to send him into the steel ring, but Bruce refuses. Murc isn’t taking no for an answer, he goes for it again, another
refusal. Murc elbow’s Bruce’s neck, and repeats the process. Another refusal.
ROB MARTINEZ: Bruce really likes his face.
REX CALIBER: I don’t like it, it doesn’t look like mine.
Bruce elbows Murc in gut, Murc jumps into the air. Bruce now clotheslines the shit out of him. He goes to pick up Murc, and falls into a small package pin.
ONE
TWO
ALMOST HAD HIM!
Murc rolls out of the ring and goes under the ring, and returns to the ring with a chair. He points the chair at Bruce and takes a swing – misses, drops
the chair and finds himself on top of Bruce’s shoulder again.
REX CALIBER: I wonder if it’s comfortable up there, he’s always there.
ROB MARTINEZ: You should know how he feels.
REX CALIBER: Shut up. August of two thousand seven didn’t happen!
Murc elbows his way out of Bruce’s grip. Murc grabs hold of Bruce’s head and hits him with one of the meanest neck breakers -that any REBEL fan has ever
seen- on the chair. He goes for the pin fall.
ONE
TWO
THREKICKOUT!
ROB MARTINEZ: This is an intense match, I’m sweating.
REX CALIBER: This match isn’t intense, you’re just outta shape.
Murc looks over at the ref and gets in his face. “THAT SHIT WAS A THREE, YOU AND I BOTH KNOW IT. YOU’RE TRYNA SCREW ME OUT, (BLEEP)” “(BLEEP) YOU, PAL!”
Which is followed by a small shove, that is linked to a school boy roll up.
ONE
TWO
KICK OUT!
Bruce looks at the chair, he picks it up and tosses it out of the ring. He turns around into an STO sweep. Murc brings Bruce to his feet, Bruce shoves him
away and takes a swing at him, it connects, causing Murc to stumble close to the corner without the pad. Bruce hits another punch, a left this time, then
a right. Murc fires back with a boot to Bruce’s knee then he shoves Bruce’s forehead into the metal ring, busting him up. “NOW WE’RE EVEN!” He shouts.
And the crowd shouts something else, “FUCK MURCIE!” Murc takes hold of Bruce’s head and begins to grind his head on the ropes, inflicting more pain to
the wound. Bruce’s head is pulled away from the ropes and is reintroduced to knee. This knee knocks Bruce down to the mat. Murc begins to rub his forearm
on Bruce’s forehead.
ROB MARTINEZ: Fore for fore! Heh? Heh?
REX CALIBER: Stick to your day job, please.
Murc stands up and grinds his boot onto Bruce’s wound. The crowd boos Murc, but not an ordinary boo, a boo filled with hate, deep hate. Murc begins to chuckle.
He looks over at Enzo, “Hand me something from under the ring.” Enzo rolls a trash can into the ring. Murc takes the can props it on the corner, properly.
He grabs a hold of Bruce’s hair, bringing him up to his feet, he goes to toss him to the corner, but it gets reversed. Murc crashes and burns through that
aluminum can. He drops to one knee. Bruce grabs a hold of Murc and sends him into the trash can head first, leaving an impression on the can. Enzo’s on
the outside shaking his head. The crowd enjoys this big time.
REX CALIBER: You ever heard of that saying, “Your first impression is your best…”?
ROB MARTINEZ: Don’t even try the joke.
Bruce pulls Murc away from the trash can and releases him onto the mat. He moves the trash can away from the corner, and places it on top of Murc’s chest.
He climbs to the top of the turnbuckle…Moonsault…through the can and onto Murc. He tosses the beat up can to the outside and goes for the pin.
ONE
TWO
THREE HOLY SHIT HE KICKED OUT!
Bruce can’t believe this. He holds his mid section and tries to make to his feet. He uses the help of the ropes to get up. Bruce waits for Murc to get up.
He looks over at the crowd, they know what it is. “BRUCE IS GOING TO KILL YOU!” Murc now stumbles to his feet, Bruce comes over, and gets a kick to the
mid section. Murc sets him up for the Drop Top, but Bruce reverses out of this…CHART ATTACK! Out of nowhere. The ring shakes uncontrollably. The crowd
is surprised, Bruce just Chart Attacked the two hundred ninety pound Murcielago! HOLY HELL! Beast goes for the pin.
ONE
TWO
DING DING DING
ROB MARTINEZ: WHAT A MATCH!
JENNY JERSEY: Due to the time limit stipulations, your winner is MURCIELAGO!
ROB MARTINEZ: A second away? ONE COUNT AWAY? That means…
REX CALIBER: That means April the third… Birthday Bash… Murcielago will go one on one with the Nexus One… and it won’t be the grand victory he is
hoping to get either.
The Beast stands, almost smiling as Murcielago is out cold completely. The crowd roars, and even though Bruce Richards didn’t get the win, he sure looks
more like the winner as he walks down the aisle way. With that the crowd chants: “PLEASE COME BACK! PLEASE COME BACK!” Bruce looks at the crowd and gives
a classy thumbs up!
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The REBEL fans are ready for more ACTION JACKSON… when suddenly the lights out. 80′s synthesizer stars up.
The lighters come out.
“Because I… can see… for miles and miles!”
LIGHTS FLASH! And out walks the one, the only, THE WARREN! to a tremendous pop! He looks out over the crowd, brushing errant black hair out of his eye,
overwhelmed by the love the crowd gives him.
“IN TIME! We’ll be dancin’ in the streets all night!”
He heads towards the ring in time with the music, REBEL tag title gold glinting. He hugs some fans, slaps some hands, and then heads into the ring. He takes
a turnbuckle as the bics are flicked, raising both hands in the METAL sign. Robbie Robb fades out, but the place doesn’t go silent. Instead a chant rises
in volume…
“War-ren, War-ren, War-Ren, WAR-REN!”
The ultimate slacker is genuinely moved as Jenny Jersey hands him the microphone. He goes to speak, but gets choked up.
WARREN: I promised myself… I totally wouldn’t cry… but you dudes are the most excellent fans in the entire WOOOOORLD!
YEAHHHHHHHH!
WARREN: Now I’m sure you’re all like, wondering what I’m doing out here without my bodacious partner BAD DUDE MALONE. Well all you REBEL ROUSERS know that
all I ever wanted was to be a tag champion. And for a long time, it didn’t look like that dream would ever come true for the W-man, and that was, that
was kinda bogus dudes. Spent a lot of nights like, wondering if I should just quit…
No Warren! The crowd is sad pandas. Warren puts his hands, up asking for a little bit more quiet.
WARREN: But I’m here to tell all of you… that dreams do come true, dudes! I stand before you one-half of the REBEL Tag team champs of the entire world,
which is most triumphant, with one of the best partners a dude could have. The only thing — the only thing that could make this better was if Mr. Berzerker
was here today. But as we all know, Mr. Berzerker disappeared a long time ago…
Warren suddenly gets a hard look to his face, like we’ve never seen before.
WARREN: And we all know it was thanks to that ultra evil dickweed, IAN SMITH. (BOOOO!) A man who’s here tonight! (BOOOOO!) A man who is managing the NAPW
tag team champions (BOOOO), the same guys who are challenging me and Malone for the REBEL tag titles RIGHT HERE TONIGHT IN ASHEVILLE, NORTH CAROLINA! (YAAAAAAAAY!)
So what I’d like to do right now is host a very special edition of WARREN’S WORLD, and bring out a special guest. He is ONE-HALF of those NAPW tag team
champions, total babes and awesome dudes, please welcome the KRUSTY KID PAUL!
The mood abruptly changes as SUPERJOINT RITUAL KICKS YOUR ASS. “The Alcoholik” fires up and out walks one mean, nasty looking Krusty Kid Paul. The mohawked
one looks out over the crowd with a punk rock sneer on his face, then heads to the ring (NAPW tag belt around his waist), rolling in and taking a second
microphone. SJR fades…
WARREN: Welcome to Warren’s World, dude. I’m your totally awesome host, Warren!
KRUSTY KID PAUL: Hell it looks like the ring to me but fuck it’s your show.
WARREN: So KKP, you’re probably like, wondering why I asked you to be on Warren’s World.
KRUSTY KID PAUL: Yeah man, spill.
WARREN: Alright. So as everybody knows… there’s a couple things here. First of all, you Krusty Kid Paul, you don’t seem like a bad dude overall, except
for the trying to cripple dudes thing. Weird thing dude? We’ve never met but we totally have some connections.
KRUSTY KID PAUL: Hey you want to connect with me it’ll cost you fifty bucks. Dextro’s cheap though, you can have him for two dollars!
WARREN: Uh… no?
KRUSTY KID PAUL: Be the best two fucking dollars you’ll ever spend!
WARREN: Uh… right, okay, uh, dudes? Dudes! Duuuuudes. Right on! Now what I was saying, KKP, is that we both have Ian Smith in common. He manages you,
and I’m going to manage to punch the dickweed in the mouth if he gets in my way tonight.
KRUSTY KID PAUL: Guy is kinda a dickweed ha!
WARREN: And then like, we’re both tag team champions, and that’s pretty radical.
KRUSTY KID PAUL: Word! Well fuck dude, I already know all this stuff.
WARREN: Well you know dude, there’s one other thing we’ve got in common… y’see, you have a move you call the “Slushie.” And me, I have… the SUPER BIG
GULP!
Crowd pop! KKP is looking bored.
KRUSTY KID PAUL: What’s your point man? I thought this show was like cool, but you just keep talking in fucking circles. Besides, the slushie can kill your
stupid big gulp.
Uh-oh.
WARREN: Whoa, dude. You did not just go there!
KRUSTY KID PAUL: I go wherever I want, usually, but I’m good, I went in Dextro’s gym bag earlier. STD went somewhere else though… found this couch behind
a Circle K.
WARREN: … couch? (shakes head suddenly) Okay dude, you just made me mad. See the thing is, there can only be one guy using the awesome drinks from quick-stops
all over the world, and the way I see it, I was like totally here first. So you have to stop using the “SLUSHIE” move, dude!
KRUSTY KID PAUL: No, you stop using the SUPER BIG GULP!
WARREN: See, dude, that’s bogus. You’re totally biting my style! So get your own move, dude, and I won’t totally rock your world — JOURNEY-STYLE!
KRUSTY KID PAUL: You know what Warren? You spent all week trashing me and my lifestyle and I think it’s time you got to know what the krusty one is all
about, real up close and fucking personal! Way I see it, it doesn’t matter if you had the move first, cos in about ten minutes you won’t be WRESTLING anymore
anyways when we put you out for good, just like Expositioner, just like Teddy Davis, just like ANYBODY who gets in the way of the SAD! And you know what
else? I don’t think I wanna wait for this tag title match!
POW! KKP slugs Warren right square in the mush, knocking him down. KKP starts putting the boots to the Warren, and waves to the back… oh no. Here comes
Ian Smith and Dextro, leading the way! And behind them… well, stumbling and weaving down the aisle with a two-six of whiskey in his hand is the SUPERSTAR
TOMMY DEATHROW. Ian sends Dextro into the ring, he joins in the beatdown of Warren as the crowd booooos them to hell. Tommy tries to get into the ring,
falls off, then rolls in, finally getting up. He takes a stiff belt of the whiskey as KKP and Dextro hold him up, oh shit! They’ve got Warren’s arms, Deathrow
licking his lips and rubbing his nipples before raising the whiskey bottle up high —
JOEY MALONE HITS THE RING! AND HE’S GOT A TRASH CAN LID! KKP wants a piece, Joey swings — stops — EYE POKE! KKP dodged, Joey hits a DDT on the man onto
the sheet! STD is still standing, he swings at Warren, who ducks and kicks the man in the gut… he’s got him! SUPER BIG GULP! CONNECTS!
Ian Smith and Dextro pull STD out of the ring as the SAD regroup on the outside, Joey Malone shouting “COME ON!” in the ring as Warren gets his bearings.
“WAR-REN, JO-EY, WAR-REN, JO-EY!” Joey grabs a microphone.
JOEY MALONE: Malone Motto #4: Always Have Your Friends Backs! Hey, since we’re all out here already… why don’t we have this match RIGHT NOW?
ROB MARTINEZ: Joey Malone making a challenge… they don’t to wait! Here comes a referee, the REBEL tag title match is RIGHT NOW! Here we go, Rex!
REX CALIBER: I’ve got my Superstar-Proof Helmet right here! Let’s go!
The referee calls for the bell and KKP and Deathrow slide into the ring and bum rush the REBEL Tag Champs Road Warrior style!
JENNY JERSERY: (Hurriedly) This match is one fall and it is for the REBEL World Tag Team Championship!!! SAD vs Warren and Joey Malone!
Jenny lets out a squeal as KKP and Malone spill out of the ring and almost land in her lap. Inside the ring, Deathrow shots Warren into the ropes but misses
with a clothesline. Beautiful standing dropkick from Warren sends the drunken challenger to the mat! On the outside KKP tries to whip Malone into the guardrails
but somehow Joey manages to reverse it and Krusty is the one who collides with the railing. His momentum sends KKP rolling over the railing and into the
front row! Back inside the ring Deathrow is getting back to his feet just as Malone scampers onto the ring apron. Warren points to Malone and Deathrow
turns around just in time to get rolled up from behind by Warren! Deathrow kicks out before a count of one and he’s immediately on Warren trying to maul
him.
ROB MARTINEZ: Uh, Malone knows that he doesn’t need a tag to get into the ring right?
REX CALIBER: It’s doubtful Malone even knows who his tag partner is.
KKP has made it back from the crowd and he has someone’s nachos with him! He hurls the nachos at the announce team and yanks Malone off the ring apron.
Malone gets posted by KKP! Inside the ring, Deathrow whips Warren into the ropes and nails a fugly looking powerslam. KKP pulls a trash can out from under
the ring and tosses it to the inside. Deathrow picks up the trash can, waits for Warren to get to his feet and – CONK! – Warren is down! Deathrow looks
at the large dent in the trash can and grins. THUNK! Trash can across the ribs of Warren! On the outside KKP leads Malone over to the announce table.
ROB MARTINEZ: Hey! Get the Hell out of here!
REX CALIBER: Hey! Let the fuck go of my helmet!
KKP half drags Caliber out of his seat and uses his helmet covered head as a battering ram against Malone! Malone falls to the floor and KKP finds himself
shoved away by a pissed Rex Caliber! The two men engage in a brief but intense staredown before KKP turns his attention back to Malone who is crawling
away.
ROB MARTINEZ: Easy partner, save it for later.
REX CALIBER: I might be retired but no one puts their hands on me.
Deathrow has left the ring and is on the outside pulling various items of war out from under the ring. Another trash can. A pair of chairs. A kendo stick.
WTF? A full sized mannequin? Even Deathrow looks a little shocked at the last item found underneath the ring. The crowd suddenly surge to their feet and
the camera cuts to the duo of Impact Inc making their way to the ring! Before Deathrow can do anything he takes a baseball slide to the chest that sends
him crashing back against the railing! Impact Inc immediately go after Dextro and Ian Smith! Michael Davidson clocks Dextro and hoists him up slinging
him over his shoulder! Smith is scrambling to get away under the ring and just makes it leaving Brent Taylor with nothing more than a shoe! The duo of
Impact Inc give a thumbs up to Warren and take their hostage away from the ring!
ROB MARTINEZ: What the Hell? Impact Inc must have some kind of deal with the tag champs!
REX CALIBER: They’re taking Dextro to the back to do God only knows with him and Smith is hiding under the ring like….
ROB MARTINEZ: Don’t even go there.
Warren climbs out onto the ring apron, kicks Deathrow away from him and hits a Asai moonsault! The ringside fans start up a “War-Ren! War-Ren!” Chant! On
the other side of the ring, KKP has rolled Malone to the inside and is climbing in behind him. Malone is quick to his feet and kicks the second rope which
KKP is happening to straddle! KKP goes down and Malone covers! A count of one is all he gets as the challenger powers out. Warren has rolled a dazed Deathrow
back into the ring and hops up onto the ring apron. KKP is pulled to his feet by Malone and takes a pair of forearm shots to the head. KKP shrugs off the
blows and drives a knee into the gut of Malone, hoists him and drills him with an across the knee rib breaker. Warren has climbed to the top rope and takes
to the skies! Warren hits a combo bulldog / flying clothesline on Deathrow and KKP and the crowd explodes!
ROB MARTINEZ: Am I wrong in saying that the champions are actually holding their own here?
REX CALIBER: Yeah…It’s kinda freaking me out.
Warren covers both men! After the first slap of the mat by the referee, SAD roll Warren off of them! Warren gets to his feet, pulls KKP up but takes a rake
to the face. Inverted atomic drop by KKP! The Krusty One holds on as Deathrow hits the ropes and nails a clothesline to the back of Warrens head! Malone
attacks KKP from behind with crazy windmill rights and lefts! Deathrow lands a kick to the gut that doubles over Malone. Swinging neckbreaker from KKP
puts down Malone. Deathrow rolls to the outside and starts hurling his plunder into the ring. Ian Smith slowly emerges from under the ring and looks around
to make sure he’s safe. With the ring slowly beginning to fill up with weapons it looks like it’s time for KKP to get to work.
ROB MARTINEZ: I don’t like that look in Krusty Kid Pauls eyes!
REX CALIBER: I don’t like that stain on his pants either.
KKP pulls Warren up and Irish whips him into the near corner. canadian pharmacy meds Then KKP picks up the mannequin and simply tosses it at the tag champ! Next up is Malone who
also gets whipped into the corner sandwiching poor Warren into the turnbuckle! Deathrow is back in the ring and takes a running start before hitting the
worst looking stinger splash in recorded history! Malone drops to the mat and rolls to the outside, Deathrow peals the mannequin off of Warren and then
yanks Warren himself out of the corner….And straight into a brutal chair shot from KKP! Deathrow picks up the mannequin and chunks it to the outside
where it lands on a dazed Joey Malone! With Warren down, SAD start to pile up the numerous chairs that Deathrow has tossed into the ring until they get
a nice little pile. Warren is dragged to his feet and Deathrow hits a sloppy dominator onto the pile of chairs! KKP rolls Warren over and goes for the
cover.
ROB MARTINEZ: Good Lord! Deathrow almost killed Warren with that move!
REX CALIBER: It looked pretty sweet though.
One! Two! KKP pulls Warren up! The crowd is hot at SAD (like they care) and a bruised and now bloody Warren is dragged to his feet. Deathrow hoists Warren
up for another dominator only to take a shot across the small of the back from a damn mannequin arm! The crowd is going crazy as Malone is using the arm
of the mannequin to wear out the challengers! Deathrow takes another shot to the back and he simply drops Warren to the mat. KKP takes a shot to the head
from Malone! Deathrow stops Malone cold with a kick to the family jewels! Deathrow grabs the mannequin arm, hooks it around the throat of Malone and nails
a side Russian legsweep! KKP grabs a trash can as Deathrow hauls up Malone. KKP shoves the trash can over the head of Malone and Deathrow picks up a chair
and smacks it against the can!
ROB MARTINEZ: The tag champs are being decimated!
Malone drops to the mat and an enraged Deathrow smacks the trash can with the chair an additional three times! KKP advances on a dazed Warren and takes
a back elbow to the face. Forearm shot from the tag champ, a knife edge chop from the Circle K warrior! SMACK! A chairshot across the back from Deathrow
stops Warrens brief comeback. Deathrow and KKP confer for a moment before they each roll to the outside. The duo pull out a table from under the ring and
the crowd pops big time. They slide it into the ring as the tag champs look ready to toss in the towel. SAD are back in the ring and are pulling the trash
can off of Joey Malone. Deathrow sets up the table and KKP pulls Malone to his feet.
ROB MATINEZ: Oh no, not this!
KKP hoists Joey up and Deathrow gives the assist as Malone takes a horrific powerbomb through the table! A “Holy Shit!” chant rocks the walls of the arena
and SAD look pleased with themselves. KKP and Deathrow advance on Warren who is struggling to his feet. KKP hooks Warren from behind and Deathrow shoves
his hands down his own trunks! The crowd groans in disgust as Tommy is really getting all the ball sweat he can from his “Boys.” Warrens looks horrified
as Deathrow pulls his hand out from his pants and shows off the hand to the crowd! Warren swings his leg back and low blows KKP! KKP loses his grip on
Warren who drops out of sight just as Tommy spins around and applies the Sweaty Ball Claw to KKP!
ROB MARTINEZ: GAH!
REX CALIBER: There’s some male bonding for ya!
Deathrow quickly releases the hold but KKP looks traumatized! A dropkick to the back of Deathrow sends the heads of SAD knocking together! Warren drops
to all fours as Deathrow staggers back and Tommy topples over! Warren quickly rolls out of the ring and then reaches inside grabbing the legs of KKP! Warren
pulls and KKP drops face first into the groin of Deathrow! The crowd groans and then groans again as Warren pulls back with all his might crotching KKP
on the turnbuckle! Warren, a bloody mess, scrambles up the ring stairs, then up to the top turnbuckle and hits a frog splash on Deathrow! Warren covers
and from nowhere Malone leaps on top of Deathrow as well! One! Two! Three! The crowd explodes in shock and awe as a huge upset has just occurred!
ROB MARTINEZ: They did it! Warren and Joey Malone survive the onslaught of SAD!
REX CALIBER: DAMN! I lost a thousand bucks on, er, yeah glad they won too. Bastards.
On the outside Ian Smith looks to be crying as inside the ring the champs get their title belts and beat a hasty retreat!
ROB MARTINEZ: Like we always say, anything can happen in REBEL! What a win!
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JENNY JERSEY: It is now time for the WINTER BLAST main event! The following contest is a triple-threat match set for one-fall. This is a non-title match…
“The connection is made!”
The REBEL fans immediately voice their displeasure of the man and woman who walk through the curtain right then. Stone Zellor and his manager Lady Sparks
strut out to Elastica.
JENNY JERSEY: Introducing first accompanied to the ring by Lady Sparks… from Staten Island New York, he is the current NAPW Canadian Heritage champion…
STONE ZELLOR!
Stone and Sparks hit the ring, Stone reminding the crowd that indeed, he has skills.
“Guess who’s back?”
Hit it.
“They say I’m COCKY!
And I say WHAT?
It ain’t braggin’ motherfucker if you back it up!”
JENNY JERSEY: From Paducah Kentucky, he is a two-time REBEL Carolinas Champion… “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!
The Show comes out wearing a boxing hoodie. He looks focused, intense, but that doesn’t remove the look of sheer ego that lines his face. The Show hits
the ring and raises an arm high. The crowd boos him, but he gets a few scattered cheers.
JENNY JERSEY: And finally…
“I am the man! With the master plan!”
JENNY JERSEY: From Moose Jaw Saskatchewan, is the current and reigning REBEL World Heavyweight Champion… STYLIN’ KYLE ROBERTS!
The crowd reacts with loud volume and a warm welcome for the champion, who struts out in all his glory.
ROB MARTINEZ: What an ovation for the champion! I don’t know if the ring can possibly HOLD all the egos in this match, Rex Caliber.
REX CALIBER: Hey, each one thinks he’s the best. Just ask one of ‘em!
ROB MARTINEZ: Referee Dale McDonald in charge of this contest, let’s run down the stipulation. If Zellor or Kurtis can pin Stylin’ Kyle Roberts, that man
will receive a world title shot next week. However, if Stylin’ Kyle Roberts wins the match, he can choose anyone – ANYone – on the REBEL roster for his
defense next week.
REX CALIBER: Gonna be interestin’ to see how the stipulation plays out. Normal Triple-Threat, you pin whatever man is most dead to win… but Stone Zellor,
The Show, they HAVE to pin Stylin’ Kyle. They pin each other, they ain’t gettin’ a title shot.
ROB MARTINEZ: Have to wonder if we will see an alliance between The Show and Stone Zellor… there’s the bell, this main event is underway!
Kyle Roberts, Stone Zellor, Chad Kurtis all staring each other down. All three men at six-foot-three, but Stone the clear lightweight. Jaw-jacking going
on here, all three men known to run their mouths – not to mention egotistical. Finally, Stone yells out to both his opponents:
“You ain’t got nothin’! I got SKILLZ, bitch!”
BOOOOOO. Stone isn’t fazed by the crowd’s reaction. He holds his arms out, as if to say ‘how you like that?’ The Show nods, almost looking like he respects
it… then he steps on the bottom rope and yells out… “My the difference between viagra and cialis name is THE SHOW…”
“And I approve this ASS-KICKING!”
Chad gets down, looks at both men. Crowd ooooohs as Stone looks a little put out. He and The Show are glaring at each other, are they going to go at it?
They might have. But Kyle Roberts suddenly sticks his pinkies in his mouth and whistles sharply, drawing the entire crowd’s attention on him. Kyle holds
a hand out to either man, nodding in acknowledgement of their respective greatness…
And then taps the side of his head to remind them:
“SMARTER THAN YOU!”
ROB MARTINEZ: The REBEL fans have picked their favorite! And now here we go, all three men circling, and… we have a three-way lock-up!
REX CALIBER: I’m a big fan of three-way lock-ups, myself.
Roberts! Zellor! Kurtis! All three men trying to jockey for position, with a swelling motion they all break away. Stone rotates his shoulder as each man
attempts to formulate his plan of attack. All three men in action at once, it changes the gameplan. Roberts plays to the crowd as once again all three
men circle. They lunge for another lock-up.
Wait a second.
Roberts just grappled the referee?
Stone and Chad are locked up, Chad pushing the lighter Stone into the corner at the same time that Kyle muscles Dale Mcdonald into the opposite corner.
The referee calls for a break in the corner, Kyle does cleanly, shot — no, he pulled it. Dale isn’t too impressed as Kyle shrugs and grins at the fans.
Meanwhile, in the other corner, Chad with an irish whip sends Stone right towards Kyle and the referee! Kyle sidesteps calmly as Dale scrambles to get
out of harm’s way. Stone impacts the turnbuckle! The Show charges, only to get hiptossed by Roberts… RIGHT into Stone!
ROB MARTINEZ: I was just going to say, the champion doesn’t seem to be taking this match seriously, but he just sent Chad Kurtis crashing into Stone Zellor.
Snap suplex by Roberts on Zellor, leg drop, gets a two-count out of it. And now the champion is going to work!
REX CALIBER: I think the best strategy Stone and The Show could use is to team up, wipe Kyle out, then fight each other to figure out the winner.
ROB MARTINEZ: One of them has to pin Kyle, they can’t pin each other for a title shot.
REX CALIBER: Then they need to beat up Kyle real good, fight each other, then the winner of that pins Kyle to win the match. I know I got no problem seein’
Kyle get beat up real good.
Roberts with Stone, Irish whip! Stone reverses, ducks down for a back body drop, Roberts stops short and kicks him in the face. Stone stands up in pain,
POKE. Right in the eyes! Kyle grabs Stone by the back of the head and points over the top rope before tossing Stone to the floor the hard way!
REX CALIBER: This ain’t a battle royal, Roberts!
ROB MARTINEZ: No, but now Kyle can focus on The Show alone!
The Show comes in and catches Roberts with a quick kick to the back of the thigh. Roberts tries to block another one and The Show drives a forearm into
his face. Another one sends Kyle into the turnbuckle. The Show charges with a high-velocity clothesline! Roberts falls to the canvas, and that’s the signal
for the BEST! MOONSAULT! EVER—
Roberts rolls to the floor, but The Show lands on his FEET in the ring. Roberts SMARTER THAN YOU — watch out! Here comes THE SHOW with a vaulting body
press! He connects and both men are out on the floor. The Show is up first, pulling Roberts up and whipping him towards the steel guardrail. The champ
puts on the brakes and sends Chad crashing into the STEEL. Roberts looks to charge —
BASEBALL SLIDE STONE! He came out of nowhere to catch Kyle unawares, sending HIM into the steel! Stone stomps away on the champion as Chad pulls himself
up. Stone suddenly charges The Show and clotheslines him over the guardrail into the first row! “That’s what I’m talkin’ bout bitch!” Stone turns his attention
back to Stylin’ Kyle, booting him hard in the stomach. DDT on the concrete and the champ is down! But it’s not falls count anywhere, just REBEL rules.
Stone pulls Kyle up and slides him into the ring, following in for a quick cover. One, two, kick-out!
REX CALIBER: Stone Zellor needs to take advantage now, while Chad is still picking himself up from the puddles and garbage in the crowd.
Zellor with a knife-edge chop on Kyle’s chest, Kyle seeking refuge in the corner. Stone ignores the referee’s admonition to get out of the corner and begins
stomping away while holding the top rope for leverage. He stomps Kyle down to a seated position, then grabs the top rope on either side of the turnbuckle…
leap UP, then DRIVES both feet into the face of Stylin’ Kyle. Stone sits there for a moment, feeling damn good about himself. He drags Kyle out of the
corner and throws on the CHOKE. Referee wants him to break, he won’t count any submission or victory from a chokehold.
Stone relents, but then directs Lady Sparks… to throw him a steel chair! Stone taps the canvas with it. This is how he laid out Roberts and The Show last
month! Roberts is up… TURN AROUND!
SWING
Roberts gets PASTED in the face and goes down. Stone lays back on him, grabbing a leg absently, ONE, TWO —
Chad Kurtis pulls Stone out of the ring by the leg! Stone staggered, The Show LAYS HIM OUT WITH A SUPERKICK! On the outside! Show DIVES into the ring and
covers a prone Kyle! ONE, TWO, Kick-out!
ROB MARTINEZ: A close two-count there, would Kyle have been able to kick-out if Chad Kurtis hadn’t pulled Stone out?
REX CALIBER: Who knows, but man, what if The Show took the pin for all of Stone’s hard work? He’d have a title shot. Opportunity knocks you gotta answer.
ROB MARTINEZ: Alliance or not, either way the champion is in trouble if both challengers are focusing on HIM.
The Show pulls Kyle up, rear waist lock. Kyle fights the German suplex attempt, though! Snap mares the man over, STIFF kick to the back of The Show. Kyle
looks out at the crowd, “ONE MORE?” WHAM! The Show’s eyes widen in pain as the “thud” echoes throughout the venue. Kyle gets some speed and delivers a
picture-perfect Hennig rolling necksnap. Off the ropes, SEATED DROPKICK to the face of The Show! The champion putting together a combination of moves,
and now he wants it! The Bear-Tamer! Roberts grabs Kurtis by the legs, can he turn him over? He’s almost got him, Kurtis fighting… The Show has too much
life left life! Roberts shrugs, then drives a knee right into the wide-open crotchital region of The Show!
Kyle shrugs. “Who, me?” The ref admonishes him but it doesn’t faze Roberts. And now it’s time to GO TO SCHOOL. Roberts pulls Chad up, butterfly-backbreaker!
One more and Chad is writhing in pain. Roberts grabs the arms and surfboards, trying to soften Chad up for the Bear-Tamer… And Stone Zellor is getting
back into the ring! He charges, but Kyle spots him coming. Roberts ducks Stone’s clothesline and CHOPS him. WHOOO! WHOOO! WHOO! Stone sent into the ropes,
Roberts with a snap powerslam puts Stone down ON TOP of Chad Kurtis! Both opponents are stacked on top of each other, and Roberts has his opening. He leaps
to the second rope
LIONSAULT!
On both opponents!
Kyle holds his own ribs in pain, but manages to scramble over to Stone for a cover. ONE, TWO, kick-out! Undaunted, Kyle covers The Show. ONE, TWO, Kick-out!
Kyle backs off, he has both opponents down in the ring but couldn’t put it away. He gets up… and it’s time! Time to finish this! Roberts backs up, stalking
the first man to get up… and that man is Stone Zellor! The champion with a toe-kick, Moose Jaw Driver — No, Stone wriggles free and drops behind Roberts!
The champ turns around
PIMP SLAP!
Roberts spins woozily, leaving him in prime position to be SPIKED into the canvas by The Show’s Reverse STO! The Show covers, one, two, Stone pulls The
Show off. Now Stone covers, one, two, The Show pulls him off.
ROB MARTINEZ: For just a moment it seemed as if these two were on the same page, but only one man can win the title shot, and that’s going to keep this
competitive. And that might be the only chance Stylin’ Kyle has!
REX CALIBER: One way or another, Roberts is goin’ down tonight! Even if I have to do it myself!
ROB MARTINEZ: Why would tonight be any different from the last six hundred times you wrestled Roberts?
REX CALIBER: Watch it, Robbie!
The Show shoves Chad down and goes back to Roberts. Grabbed and turned around, PIMP SLAP — WHAM. STONE is rocked back and his heels courtesy of one HELL
of a right hand by the Kentucky native. And then The Show tackles Stone down, raining down rights and lefts to a pop? Well the fans are happy to see Stone
get his. Chad gets off his man, looking out at the crowd with an intense expression. He pulls Stone up and fires him into the ropes, then runs himself.
Wait! Lady Sparks grabs Chad’s ankle, holding him up. Stone with a high-knee catches Chad and dumps him through the ropes, though Chad remains on the apron.
Stone is mighty pleased with himself. Meanwhile, Stylin’ Kyle Roberts has rolled to the floor. He’s realized Stone and Chad are occupied, and takes a seat
next to Jenny Jersey. Is he trying to get her phone number (again)?
Chad on the apron, Stone grabs a handful of hair. Looking to bring the man in the hard way, The Show blocks. Stone hits him, tries again, but Show gets
a leg in the ropes to prevent the suplex. Finally he fires back! Series of shots to the side of the ribs, until finally Stone releases. The Show stuns
the man with a forearm! Stone is staggered, as The Show leaps to the top rope — bounces and TURNS in mid-air before springboarding off with a moonsault
INTO the inverted DDT!
ROB MARTINEZ: He calls that SHOWTIME!, and that could be all in any other match. But The Show knows that pinning Stone Zellor, while it would win him the
match, won’t get him the World title shot!
REX CALIBER: Look at Roberts, out there trying to hide, that’s your champion?
ROB MARTINEZ: I just think he’d give up after Jenny’s shot him down so many times.
Jenny is rolling her eyes at some bad pick-up line from Kyle as The Show slides to the floor. He isn’t here for fun and games! But Kyle isn’t REBEL champ
on a fluke, and he blocks Chad’s first shot, then gets a knee into the man’s stomach. Roberts sends The Show face-first into the STEEL ringpost! “‘scuse
me,” Roberts says to Jenny Jersey as he reaches past her to grab…
THE RING BELL
DING!
The Show has rolled back into the ring, where Stone Zellor is in a corner seemingly out of it. Roberts steps through the ropes and holds his favorite weapon
high. The Show is slow to his feet… and he’s busted open! The Show has been busted open from the steel ring post, and that’s not all. Roberts readies
and lunges for the “DING” — The Show moves! Roberts off-balance, WAIT A MINUTE! WHAM! Stone Zellor CLOCKS him from behind with the Heritage Title belt!
Roberts crashes to the canvas, and then Stone wields the weapon against The Show. Kurtis has enough presence of mind to duck the shot, and then DDTS Stone
into the mat on the reverse! The Show shakes away the cobwebs, realizes Roberts position, then leaps to the ropes for the BEST
MOONSAULT
EVER!!!
NAILS IT! ONE! TWO! THREEEE—
ROBERTS KICKS OUT!
ROB MARTINEZ: A near, NEAR fall, I don’t know how Roberts was able to get out of that one! Not after that belt shot!
REX CALIBER: He’s on the horse steroids, Martinez.
ROB MARTINEZ: Put your biases against the man aside for one night and offer some USEFUL color!
REX CALIBER: You want color? How about the color The Show’s wearing, and Kyle’s got comin’ from the back of his head? Stone split him open!
Show grabs Kyle by the hair, he’s calling for the CK FINALE! Has the man set up BIG BOOT STONE! Zellor flies in and clocks Chad right in the teeth. He grabs
the man by the back of the trunks and tosses him to the floor, then looks for Kyle. Double arm DDT impales the champion, and then it’s Stone’s turn to
go up top! Here it comes! DIVING HEADBUTT…
CONNECTS!
Stone hooks the leg, gasping, and it’s ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEE—
THE SHOW breaks it up with a running kick! Oh MAN! The Show LAUNCHING brutal kicks into Stone’s mid-section! Show’s turn to toss Stone to the outside. To
the apron, PRIME TIME SPLASH coming up Stone shakes the ropes! Show loses his balance and crashes to the floor, clipping his chin on the edge of the apron
on the way down. Stone stomps him on the floor, this match is getting more vicious by the minute. A shot at the REBEL title is on the line, and Stone Zellor
won’t let anybody keep him from MORE gold. He slides back into the ring and sees a rising Stylin’ Kyle feeling the open divot in the back of his head.
Kyle holds his hands in front of him.
There is blood on his hands. Blood on the hands of the man.
His face… changes. Here comes Stone! Toe-kick! He hooks onto Scar — Roberts ROARS and charges into the corner, ramming Stone backfirst into it! Stone
tries to hold on, Roberts lifts him and RAMS him again! Stone leaves it this time as Roberts starts wailing away with stiff, sick shots in the corner.
Stone is being pounded brutally. Roberts finally relents at the referee’s insistence, only to retrieve the weapon he had earlier. The ring bell is in his
bloody hands. Stylin’ Kyle strides in and BLASTS Stone on the top of the head with it.
DING.
ROB MARTINEZ: The champion is metamorphosing into The Man With The Blood On His Hands! You saw the way his face changed when he saw the blood…!
REX CALIBER: All I know is that this is bad news for Stone Zellor, cos The Man With The Blood On His Hands has crippled other wrestlers!
Stone collapses down. The champion stares down at his red red hands, breathing heavily through clenched teeth. He yells in fury, then grabs Stone and locks
in the BEAR-TAMER. Stone cries out in pain as Roberts cinches it in, knee into the back, damn near breaking Stone in half. Stone is just about to tap…
when The Show storms back into the ring!
But Roberts will not be denied.
He lets Stone go and takes The Show down with swift suddenness. And just like that – THE SHOW IS IN THE BEAR-TAMER. Roberts wrenches back, mouth open and
a twisted mask of blood and rage! The Show’s face is a mask of blood and PAIN!
ROB MARTINEZ: The Show has tapped out to this hold before, that’s how Kyle won the title back from him! How long can he hold on?
Roberts again yelling with inarticulate rage. Stone is in a corner, trying to get up, but he’s still trying to get his wits about him. Meanwhile Show is
trying to crawl, trying to reach to the ropes. Roberts doesn’t want to even move, and Show looks like he will tap out… no! He clenches his outstretched
hand into a fist and makes one final effort… and makes the ropes.
Too bad Kyle doesn’t feel like letting go.
Referee Dale McDonald tells Kyle to break the hold, Chad’s in the ropes, but Kyle won’t have any of it! He continues to apply the pressure, McDonald warning
him that a submission won’t count if the man is in the ropes. There are no DQs in REBEL, he can’t get DQed for not breaking, but he can’t win. Does he
even want to? Roberts has snapped! Chad continues clawing and pulling, his exclamations of pain growing louder… until suddenly, Chad is so far out that
Kyle can’t keep ahold of the move. Chad drops to the ring apron as the grip is lost. Roberts looks down, ready to go after Chad, when Stone attacks him
from behind! Zellor lifts a knee into Kyle’s chest, then clotheslines him down. That’s it! Stone quickly to the top, and NAILS a rising Roberts right in
the face with a missile dropkick! He covers!
ONE!
TWO!
THKICKOUT!
Stone looks at the referee, “dat was three man!” McDonald affirms that it was only two. Stone picks Roberts up LIFT UP! Roberts with a sudden burst has
Stone on his shoulders!
MOOSE JAW DRIVERRRRR!
ONE!
TWO!
TH—
STONE GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Now it’s Kyle’s turn to be in disbelief. That was three! Only two. Only two. Roberts hits the ropes, POLAR-IZER! That puts Stone down hard, and here we
go!
ONE!
TWO!
TH—
The Show makes a last second save! He grabs Kyle, chopping away. Irish whip, reversed! The Show at a run, but he catches Kyle with a FRANKENSTEINER —
No.
Kyle sits down and latches on the Bear-Tamer! The Show is trapped again in the middle of the ring!
CLANG
Stone Zellor with a chair shot right to the back of Roberts, and that breaks up the hold. Roberts sags, what energy he had mustered seems gone. He turns
around to face Stone, scooped up…
TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!
Stone covers! That’s all! ONE!
TWO!
THREE—
The Show breaks it up with a RUNNING SHOOTING STAR! Where the hell did he get the adrenaline? Wait a minute! The Show baseball slides Stone OUT of the ring
and hard into the guardrail! In the ring, Stylin’ Kyle is getting up, a dazed look on his face. Does he even know where he is?
The Show does.
TOE-KICK
CK FINALEEEEEEEEE…
CONNECTS!
THE SHOW COVERS! ONE!
TWO!
THREEEEE! Stone tries to dive into the ring TOO late!
JENNY JERSEY: Here is your winner, “THE SHOW” CHAD KURTIS!
ROB MARTINEZ: One hell of a match-up, but next week… The Show gets another chance to take the title back! And this time, he is going into the contest
holding a legitimate pinfall, right in the center of the ring in a hard-fought match-up, on the champion!
REX CALIBER: Damn! I thought Stone had it!
ROB MARTINEZ: Zellor brought his A-Game, I wouldn’t expect to see him too far from the World Title picture… Adam Davis laid out a challenge to the man
who didn’t win this match for a #1 Contender’s Cup shot, so make that what you will.
REX CALIBER: Adam Davis is REBEL’s only REAL champion! At least, until The Show takes Kyle’s championship next week.
ROB MARTINEZ: The Show stands triumphant tonight, and you have to believe he has the momentum going into his title shot next week. For Rex Caliber, this
is Rob Martinez. This has been WINTER BLAST, good night!
Stone Zellor is being consoled by Lady Sparks on the outside. In the ring, The Show Chad Kurtis stands over Stylin’ Kyle Roberts, holding the World Title
belt. He drapes it across the canvas beside the champion. “Enjoy it while you can, champ.”
Next week, The Show intends to prove he’s no fluke champion. As the show fades off on the closed circuit broadcast we see a graphic that plainly says: Kyle
Roberts versus Chad Kurtis for the REBEL World Title, next week… inside a Barbwire Topped Steel Cage. Fade to black.